Your Stare

You enter my nirvana,

allow your presence

To exist in a space

not meant for you.

I observe your eyes

as you silently inspect.

So many moments

without you

crafted into squares

arranged on the walls.

Some life still lies

In boxes as I choose

which parts of myself

To unpack.

You scan and

I stand ready

To take in

Your stare.

Take in this

new version

of me.

I wobble

But I shine.

Slowly I will

amile again,

though the

path will wind.

Your feet leave

little imprint

as your judgment

descends.

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